The Painting

Chapter Nineteen

"A rebel! That actually suits you. What would you do? Join gangs and spray graffiti on the school walls?" I joke.

"Yes actually that's exactly what I did. But it sounds better in my head."

"OMG are you for real? You sound like a bad boy."

"Worse, the gang I was in, the Hawks, taught me that following the rules was for the weak."

"Wait, wait, wait, your gang was called the hawks? Why?" I ask trying to contain my laugh. This makes him turn a little red.

"It was cool back then."

"Yeah, that was like a bagillion years ago," I say between giggles.

"Whatever!"

"Let me guess, you had tattoos too."

"Yeah, every member had one of a hawk on their chest," he says with pride.

"So cliché, can I see?"

"No way."

"Come on."

"I'm not taking of my shirt just to prove a point."

"Come on dude. You're a ghost, you've got nothing to hide." I say

"Beg me."

"Israel!"

"Fine." He stands up and lifts his shirt. My mouth gapes open. I am met by his extremely good looking abs. I should have known that I was going to see them, and now I cannot look away. The tattoo is far from my mind.

I cannot believe this. I am checking out a ghost, a very hot and attractive ghost.

"Uh, the tattoo's over here darling, you can stop staring at my abs now," he smirks. I look away quickly, embarrassed.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"Don't apologise, even dead my looks are irresistible."

"Cocky much," I say rolling my eyes. I look a his chest again, making sure to glance at his abs only a little. The tattoo is large. It covers half of his upper chest area.

"Looks good huh?"

"Seen better."

"You're just jealous that you aren't as cool as I was," he says, sitting down.

"And what about you is cool Israel?" I ask smirking at him.

"I was feared."

"So?"

"So that's cool."

"No it's not, it just shows that you have no friends so you're a loner."

"Whatever! You know what I miss the most from those days?"

"Dinosaurs and Moses?"

He gives me a look.

"Sorry, do continue" I say.

"Our gang heists," he says with a smile. He has a beautiful smile. "We'd burgle stores and vandalise property. And the fun part was that we were never caught. Not even once!"

"And that's fun to you?" I ask. And I thought I was crazy.

"I know it sounds weird but it was. The adrenaline rush would be insane, especially when we would get chased by policemen."

"What would you steal?"

"Mostly booze and cigars," he says calmly.

"Wait a second, how old were you then?"